Hands of war

(Soft piano tones)

Echoes of battle, shadows in the land,

Angels calling, demons take their stand.

I'm walking through the fire, rising from the ash,

With every step I take, the burdens fall like glass.

In the chaos, I hear whispers in the night,

Heaven's lost its luster, hell's got a hold so tight.

But there's a glimmer shining through the strife,

A flicker of hope amidst this fragile life.

Angels call my name, but I'm grounded in the dirt,

Demons play their game, dragging souls that hurt.

In this war of man, I search for sacred lands,

Where love can rise anew, beyond these broken hands.

Wings are clipped and torn, by hatred and disdain,

I find solace in the rhythm of the rain.

Stars above me wrestling with a sky so gray,

Each wish falls softly, hoping to break away.

But there's a fire burning deep inside my chest,

A warrior's heart, I refuse to rest.

Angels call my name, but I'm grounded in the dirt,

Demons play their game, dragging souls that hurt.

In this war of man, I search for sacred lands,

Where love can rise anew, beyond these broken hands.

Can we bridge the divide, where light meets the dark?

Build a world of peace with just a single spark.

As the echoes fade and hope is born again,

We'll stand hand in hand, through the struggle and the pain.

So here's to the dreamers, who dare to stand tall,

To tear down the walls, and answer the call.

We are the angels, and we are the fight,

In the war made by man, we will seek out the light.